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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(Mutual masturbation in a learning situatiom)
~~~ LEARNING ~~~
In the bedroom the boys hung back slightly, watching eagerly as the seers took off their clothes.
“Well … do you like what you see?” asked Draco slightly disdainfully, whilst displaying his deflated dong.
Leonid coloured up: “Erm … Sorry … You’re about our size soft, aren’t you.”
“We won’t know until we see yours, will we?” suggested Harry
“But we’ve just become hard, watching you two beauties strip,” replied Taros, cheekily; trying to grab Harry’s tool.
Harry countered with a blocking charm at the same time that Draco did.
“Ouch … That hurt!” Taros shook his hand where it had encountered the solid feeling block.
“It would have hurt much more if Draco had retaliated because you attacked his lover, instead of just blocking,” observed Harry
“It was only fun.” Taros looked hurt.
“Remember what we told you of our early training in battle?”
“Yes, but we’re not the enemy.”
“I know you’re not, but our reactions are still honed to battle preparedness. We cast automatically. Had we been in a slightly less friendly atmosphere, your hand would still be on fire. What would you do if you saw someone attacking Leonid?”
“Okay … I understand … I’m sorry.”
This time Draco could feel genuine remorse tinged with a little alarm: “Forgiven … How about learning a useful charm?”
“What now?”
“Yes, one that we use on each other when we’re in a hurry. We used it earlier today because we felt so randy.”
“Okay, what does it do?”
“Strips you completely.”
“That has all kinds of possibilities,” ventured Leonid, grinning cheekily. Then his face turned serious: “When is it used properly?”
“When someone is injured and the healer feels that more injuries might happen trying to undress the patient the conventional way,” replied Harry: “I could hold him in suspension, like we did with you to get you home, Taros. Then remove his clothes without stressing him any further. I could then make an all-round inspection and decide what needed healing first.”
“Okay, so I just point my wand and say the magic words, do I?” asked Taros.
“Not quite. I presume you don’t want Leonid’s clothes ripped apart, do you?”
“It’s tempting, but then we’d get hell from his mama or mine; so – no.”
“So your thought has to be about undressing him in an orderly fashion. Buttons undone, zips unclasped, ties unknotted and where you are going to put his neatly folded clothes.”
“Got that!”
“Next is the flourish – each charm or hex has a different one. This one has a circle divided by a line and a cast-away before you point twice. We aim to make the gestures a small as possible, but that comes with practice. Now let’s rehearse the moves.”
It took quarter of an hour before the seers were satisfied about the flourishes and a further ten minutes to reduce them to something like minimal.
“Okay now we learn the words and which thought and gesture goes with each syllable. Don’t repeat this until I say you may. It is ‘Exuero Te’. Note the four separate syllables in the first word. Now ‘Ex’ goes with the circle gesture and the thought of all the victim’s clothes. ‘U’ has them being undone properly and the line down the centre gesture. ‘E’ has a flying idea coupled with the cast away motion. ‘Ro’ has them in a neat pile where the first point is. Then comes the ‘Te’ which points at the victim. Having told the magic what you want it to do that last point chooses who to. Now practice it slowly, remembering to co-ordinate thought, word and gesture together. Don’t worry about something going wrong, Harry’s very good at putting things back together. One last word, make sure you are thinking about your lover and pointing at him. I imagine Auntie would be very displeased if you stripped her by mistake.”
“EW-W-W!” Both boys screwed up their faces in disgust.
They practiced, there were a couple of ripped buttons which Harry repaired, and Taros hung Leonid on his belt because he forgot to undo that one time. The boys laughingly redressed themselves umpteen times until Draco called a naked halt. No-one was worked up sexually, but they were all panting and giggling. The boys carefully hugged the seers.
“Thanks for that, it was fun,” said Taros: “Is all spell learning like this?”
“That depends on the subject matter,” replied Harry: “Repairing open wounds is not entertaining, neither is setting fire to someone, but I’ve learned to do both. Draco had an even more horrific upbringing. When Voldie reigned at the Manor, he’s seen things that we never talk about any more; do we, Lover?”
“No, we don’t. Just to make things clear, ‘spells’ is a sloppy word that muggles use. We tend to use ‘charm’ for benign magic like healing, or construction etc. ‘Exuero Te is technically a hex, because it does something not quite benign to someone else. Ginny, Harry’s wife, has a nasty ‘Bat-bogie hex’ which is very useful in stopping an aggressor by expanding the attacker’s snot and giving it wings to attack him.”
“EW-W-W!” Both boys screwed up their faces in disgust yet again.
“It also leaves a terrible stain on the aggressor’s clothes,” added Harry.
“Curses are the really nasty ones,” Draco informed them: “Had Taros’s attackers been magical, Harry would have had a much more difficult job in healing him. Each curse has to be identified individually and then a counter-curse used to neutralise it before the healing charm can be used. Say someone has used a cutting curse on you repeatedly; then each one has to be countered separately. The really evil sorcerers alter the curse slightly each time they use it; a bit like the buttons flying off, or the belt failing to come undone. It can take days of experimentation to sort out. By that time the patient may well have died. Luckily it doesn’t happen very often now.”
“One of the first things we teach at Hogwarts during your defence lessons is how to erect a barrier between you and your aggressor,” continued Harry: “You know how it feels, don’t you, Taros? Had you attacked me magically, whatever curse you had sent would have rebounded straight at you. Say you had wanted to cause me pain via a hex or curse; you would be the one suffering the pain; probably doubly because Draco had also caused a barrier to be there as well.”
“Oh! Yes! I understand now.” Taros looked serious for a few seconds, and followed it up with a devious smile: “But I would still like to feel yours expand in my hand when I caressed it.”
D: *Forward, isn’t he?*
H: *Yes Draco, but we could do a deal, couldn’t we? Not all the way, only lovers bring each other off.*
D: mockingly: *A moral stance from you, who introduced me to the delights or sexy oil wrestling with Seamus and Dean?*
H: primly: *I think our moral stances have moved on since then.*
D: *Yes … Mine started that day by the pool; the time when you accused me of double standards.*
The seers’ silent conversation was interrupted by Taros: “Okay, I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have been so pushy with my elders.”
“Mmm … what?” Draco looked slightly dazed.
“Your disapproving silence?”
“We were discussing the possibilities,” Harry tried to explain.
“But you were not speaking,” Leonid looked puzzled: “I know I’d like to play with Draco’s.”
“We share a common mind,” Draco started: “And frequently discuss things there. It was how Harry summoned Madam Pomfrey to look at Taros.”
“Do all magisters do that? Can we?”
“The common mind is with our wives also. Harry sent to Tor, asking her to contact Poppy, d’you see? You two might but it depends how strong you become. Strong mages bound together by magical contracts sometimes develop a common mind. There’s a book on extrasensory perception which we read together when we were about your age. That probably got us started. We’ll lend it to you if you like.”
“How do we know if we’re strong enough?”
“You can be gauged.”
“Gauged?”
“Yes … someone measures your hard-prick for length and girth, does a calculation and gives you a score. Six weeks later it’s done again, and you can see your rate of growth. After a few, some sort of chart is made, and you start to see progress and that continues until you start to peak out. That usually happens at seventeen”
“We’re in our early twenties so this is all we have. So, your monsters mean that you’re very magical.”
“At least as strong as Merlin and Arthur.”
“Wow … Erm … could you show us how?” Taros looked crafty again.
D: *It’s a good enough excuse.*
H: *And we can leave the finishing off to our partners, can’t we?*
D: *Yes!* “Accio Gauger.”
“That was quick; it must have come from nearby.”
“S’probably your Auntie’s.”
“I don’t fancy her gauging me … Who’s first?”
“Harry will teach you on me.”
Leonid went to grab Draco’s dong.
“Wait … Wait … Wait … There’s a preparatory charm first.”
“But I know you’re uncontaminated.”
“Nevertheless?”
“Okay … Teaching mode it is. ‘Naturalismos et Scorcelliam non erat’” Harry waved his fingers.
“What does that do?”
“It ensures that no potions or penis enhancing drugs are there and that no unnatural enscorcellment has been cast. Oh! … And that now includes any muggle penis sucking contraptions”
“You mean, you can magic your prick to be bigger?”
“It is possible but not advisable; you suffer greatly for it later. There’s a particularly evil curse which we’ve both been subject to. It’s both very painful and extremely compelling.”
“Tell us?”
“No … It’s not pertinent to the lesson in hand. Now take hold of Draco’s horn and gently massage it until it is fully hard.”
Draco, thinking of the joys to come, was soon erect. So was Leonid.
“Okay, now press the measure gently into his groin and read off the number showing at its tip– write the length in that column on the parchment. Next, judge the thickest part of his hard-on and measure it with the tape, enter that in that column. Choose the thinnest part and enter that in the other column … Good … You can put the Gauger away now and stop pumping his prick. Add the two width columns together and divide by two then multiply that by the length … Got it?”
Leonid nodded: “It’s eighty!”
Draco willed his intumescence soft: “Okay Taros, your turn with Harry. Can you remember the instructions?”
“Yes Draco! Will you do the complicated preparation spell, please?”
Draco did so and the other two protagonists were soon hard. Following Draco’s instructions, Taros repeated what he was doing verbally.
“Why in two places, his pole is parallel.”
“Because most peoples’ aren’t, Mine wasn’t, was it?”
“No … His score’s seventy-nine point nine-nine recurring.”
“That reflects the magical energy he used healing you earlier. Were you to do it tomorrow it’d probably be a little more than mine. It usually is.”
Harry removed Taros’s hand from his hard-on. Taros pulled a face, but did not push his luck.
“Sex and Magic are intertwined, no-one is sure how; or maybe they’re too embarrassed to experiment,” continued Draco, starting to gauge Leonid: “We know that when we’ve expended too much magic our libido’s become lethargic.”
“Poppy says she has a non-intrusive charm that gauges your magical reserves,” Harry told them: “Occasionally she gets it wrong, and has a randy patient in her medical ward. The tests are usually carried out around midnight. I’m not sure why; maybe it’s so you can wank afterwards and still get a good night’s rest.”
“You’re twenty-nine, Leonid,” Draco handed the Gauger to Harry.
“No! I’m twenty-two.”
“That’s your score!”
“Oh … Is that good?”
“Hmm … slightly over the average for your age group. Mine was seven at your age but I developed rapidly later. Now Harry was twenty-four and grew steadily.”
“Um … We think it was because Voldie transferred some of his power when he tried to kill me first time. When he was resurrected, he tried to claim it back, I don’t think he was very successful, though; despite Wormtail wanking me and putting my seed in the pot.” - - - - “You’re the same score as Leonid, Taros.”
“Right guys, ‘Gauger in locum redito’, go to your partner and relieve his feelings.”
The two boys looked slightly put out, but Leonid started to stroke Taros and soon all was forgotten. A quick ‘Cuir-Tharis’ had the results in the fairy dell.
Both pairs lay on their beds recovering.
“Harry, what did you mean about Wormtail putting your seed in the pot?”
“That’s one of the things Harry doesn’t like talking about, Leonid.”
“Oh … Sorry!”
“This time Draco, I think I could tell. It will help Leonid and Taros realise how evilly magic can be used. Besides, you don’t know the whole story and I shouldn’t be holding back from you. You keep telling me things from your past, so now it’s my turn.”
“Are you quite sure, Lover?”
“Yes, quite sure. You see … It all started when I was conned into being a participant in the Tri-wizard Competition …” … Harry tried to précis the boring bits, but he did reveal his fright and feeling of hopelessness in the graveyard. Ending the story in sad triumph, when he returned Cedric’s body to the arena.
“Oh … Love … That was worse than all my tortures put together.” Draco hugged a shaking Harry and stroked his hair accompanied by the background noises of two sobbing, hugging younger mages in a nearby bed. Emotionally worn out, both parties were soon asleep.
~~~ NEW DAWN ~~~
Harry awoke without a woody. Draco was still asleep, but when Harry checked the blond was slack. Harry carefully shuffled his bottom to the top of the bed, sat up and peeked through the curtains, taking in the clean scenery outside.
“Good morning Harry.”
He looked over to the opposite bed at a young mage who was in very much the same position.
“Good morning Leonid; beautiful day isn’t it.”
“Mmm … I feel excited about visiting Sophiamonastir ... I’m not excited down there, are you?”
“No, neither is Draco.”
“Mmm … What … What am I not?” Draco received his morning kiss.
“No morning wood,” Harry explained.
“Too much emotion last night, probably. I’m sticky, do you have a bath?”
“It’s through Auntie’s new room. We can use the pool, if you like.”
“You have a swimming pool?”
“Not like your tiled one, no. The sand gathers the heat and redistributes it it’ll be just right now.”
“Okay where is it?”
Leonid reached over to open the curtains, accidentally shaking Taros awake. They had their morning kiss.
“Over there under the cedar trees.”
“Great! We’ll go straight away.”
“What if Auntie sees us.”
“She won’t. Grab the towels and we’ll side-along you.”
Half a minute’s instruction had the two young mages hugging a seer each. As they dropped towards the centre of the pool, Leonid threw the towels ashore.
“That was exhilarating, thanks.”
“When can we learn to do that?”
“Once you have learned to do it properly; without leaving bits of yourself behind, you can apply for an apparating licence on your seventeenth birthday. At least, that’s the rule in Great Britain, but of course, you are older than that.”
“Oh! Four years, what a pity, thanks for the lift though. We’ve forgotten the soap.”
“One piece of soap - Accio.”
“Why only one piece?”
“We can share and we don’t want most of the villagers’ soap in the pool do we. The village storekeeper might have something to say if we stole all his stock.”
“But we wouldn’t be stealing it.”
“Just think about it for a minute, Taros.”
The soap disappeared from Leonid’s hand. He thought he’d dropped it, but a search could not find any trace.
A silver pig appeared: “That was my soap, here is yours,” it said in Trephine’s voice.
Draco smiled at the animal: “Sorry Auntie,” and the pig vanished with a chuckle.
“What was that?”
“Auntie’s Patronus – more difficult than apparating – before you ask.”
Some figures appeared out of the bushes, Harry and Draco immediately went ‘En-guard’.
“Hey Harry, stop looking threatening. Can we join you – do cottage rules pertain?”
“Yes, to both questions, Probes,” answered Draco: What’s the ward team doing here?”
“’Exuero Nos!’ Looking at the marvellous ward structure, now you’ve found a use for the Dacha. Poppy happened to mention it in passing to Gabrielle, so the ones that were free came along. I see you have two new recruits.”
The young mages eyes popped out when Gabrielle’ attributes appeared.
“Like what you see boys? May I remind you that I am Gottfried’s?” She grabbed his hand, she giggled: “If you join us, you’ll have to get used to bathing in the nude.”
“We think they bat for our side, Gabby.”
“So? I’m from France, Young-men; the only one who hasn’t been introduced is Fredrick. And you are?”
“Erm … Leonid and Taros … Erm … Gabrielle; would you like the soap?”
“Thank-you, this is a bit masculine.” Her wand came out of her hair and the soap turned pink, it was also heavily perfumed. She covered herself with foam and, as she gave it to Gottfried, it turned yellow again.
“Thank you, Liebling.”
“How did you do that …?”
“… Before you answer, any of you,” Harry interrupted: “Our two new friends have only just encountered our world. If the charm is suitable for first and second years, please teach them, if you have time. They are aware of the three basic elements of binding. We taught them ‘Exuero Te.’”
“You two would, they bat for your side after all.” The others chuckled dirtily.
“I seem to remember someone jacking off in a lighthouse toilet for hours on end, Fredrick.”
“Touché, Draco, Pax!”
“Boys, Magisters have you melted yet?” was called from the direction of the farmhouse.
“No Auntie, but we’ve got visitors. Come and meet them. It’s some of our ward team; they’ve been admiring your construction since dawn. This is Vidma Trephine, guys.”
“How do you do.” The scarlet clad figure appeared: “I see you adhere to the old ways too. Very good. I have just bathed but I’ll join you tomorrow if I may.”
“AUNTIE!” Leonid looked scandalised, so did Taros. Both placing their hands strategically.
“What’s wrong, you’ve helped me to defecate and urinate more times than I can remember and you’ve bed-washed me too. Now come along all of you; breakfast’s waiting.”
Harry and Draco Accioed the foursome’s clothes and multiplied the towels.
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